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Iβm what some might consider a paradox. This voracious ambition of mine seems to be matched only by a wild spirit. And while my mind constantly pushes for structure and progress, my heart reaches for freedom and adventure. I feel my soul begging to hold more and more as my spirit pleas to detach and release. So I live my life in short stories.
Continuity in romance is not about imagining a future with someone, but about not envisioning one without them. Itβs not about wandering the celestial paradise or the depths of hell, but about journeying back and forth without losing sight of that one person. And itβs not about uniting by the hand, but by the density of each footstep and pace of each breath. Lastly, itβs not about him/her being the one; itβs about the two of you becoming one.
How many times must I arrive at this destination until I can find my journey? Or is the secret to recognize that the passengers are happy sleeping, that perhaps if I steer through the rhythm of my heart, we will safely land. What if they wake up and cannot breathe the air that I breathe. What then?
Philosophy is a collection of beliefs and values, my most vulnerable face and ultimate message to the world.
